The music business looks like, you know, innocent schoolboys compared to the TV business. They care about nothing but profit.

Let's get to the point Let's roll another joint

Where the sky begins, the horizon ends, despite the best intentions.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

There used to be this real sense of community integrity in rock. It has really eroded. Everyone seems to be on their own now.

When I met Elvis, we didn't really have a conversation. I was introduced by my uncle, and he sort of grunted my way. What stays with me is the whole scene. I had never seen a real mob scene before. I was really young and impressionable. Elvis really did look - he looked sort of not real, as if he were glowing.